Long time no read… well, kind of. It has been awhile since I’ve posted anything in regard to my thirty days of photos challenge. If you haven’t noticed, it has been a wee-bit longer than thirty days. Writing papers and reading multiple books will have that effect. But I’m working on it, I promise.

On the other hand… back to the wonderful world of books! Today’s post is all about my favorite book. Unfortunately, it comes in the form of a series. Fortunately, that means more of the characters I love!

Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.

Blue Bloods is the first book in a series by Melissa de la Cruz. I love this book. I love this series. There are few books where I can start reading and I will completely lose myself in its pages. I guess this is why people love to watch me read–everything I feel or think becomes written across my face–more so at that moment than ever. I even start having conversations with the characters, and yeah, most people might do that anyway. But I take these conversations to a whole new level. Ask my roomie-friend and fellow blogger, Amanda–she will tell you all about it! haha

But seriously, I was apprehensive to read them in the first place because a former dormmate recommended them. But I read them anyway because this is a series about vampires. I could not stop reading. Historical, biblical, all kinds of mythology just shot up out of the woodwork–I was forever enchanted. Yes, it is a series about teen vampires–but there’s a lot more to these books than hormones, I promise! lol

I hope you are having a great month, I’m sick at the moment. The soonest I will probably have a moment to write again is at the end of April. Exams are the first week of May. Then, LOTS of things are happening–I think that might actually deserve its own post–and the Reading List for 2011 might be able to start-up. 🙂

How are you today? I’m just going to say it: I wish I was better at not being shy. It is fixable… but it takes so damn long. I am in an introvert by nature–this probably does not help the shyness, but I still like being around people–maybe not all the time, but definitely sometimes.

Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.

Being shy is horrible. I guess. In a classroom, or any place, I am the one sitting quietly, not really speaking to anyone. I’m not trying to be anti-social, or bitchy for that matter–I just prefer to observe my surroundings. I am much more comfortable out of the spotlight. This is a problem… especially in a classroom where discussion is mandatory.

Any teacher, without knowing it, could make me break into tears, stutter beyond control, blush five sheets of red, etc. You get the picture, right? I do okay when I’m in front of a classroom, because I’ve had time to prepare. Classroom discussions could just about kill someone like me because the discussion is right then and there. No prep work. I can’t bring up answers with a snap of someone’s fingers, I’ve tried…

It is intimidating when having to speak on the spot. I don’t have time to formulate an answer… which (in my head) makes me feel stupid in front of my peers. I fall deeper and deeper into discomfort, and I try, I really do try to counter act my embarassment/discomfort by saying or doing something that might be considered witty. To no avail. Sh*t out of luck in that department, I am.

On a lighter note, I am capable of saying hi–which I will do. You might have to press for any more than that at first, but I like talking to people as I become more acquainted with them. I know it’s probably alot to ask for… but that’s me… I’m always trying…

I guess this is another one of the those dark posts that are inevitably part of any challenge. I’m not even sure dark is the proper word I would use… horribly vulnerable might be perfect. Anyway…

Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget.

I wish I could forget the existence of the three men who have been in the position as my father-figure. They will never understand or accept how much they’ve contributed to the amount of self-doubt I have. I’m pretty good at pretending to be cocky and that I love myself, but they made me question my self-worth and then made me out to be the perpetrator.

I know that people come into your life and then leave sometimes for a reason… but what purpose did they serve? They beat me physically, emotionally, and psychologically. And for what? To watch me get back up again and again. I guess that is the hugely positive part about all of this–I get up and don’t stay down…

One of the most important things for me is to eventually travel outside of the United States. Two of those eventual stops will be the United Kingdom (England, Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland) and the Republic of Ireland.

Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.

I joke about crossing the Atlantic to find a husband… but I’ve wanted to go there for as long as I can remember. There’s always been something that tugs at me–every single day. I don’t know how long I’d be staying there… but my estimate right now would be about a month, haha. I know, I know…

I hope everything is well. Maybe you’ll get to travel too… maybe you already have… no matter what, I wish you the best.

Presently, I am watching Zombieland. I’m right in the middle of the movie, and I’m not quite sure what I think yet. I can also say–this is not one of the movies I watched when I was a little girl…

Day 19 - A picture of you when you were little.

That’s me and Mama. I was two, maybe three? According to her, I was a dream child: Never made alot of noise, was always polite and used my manners, etc. Now… not much has changed–except I might be a bit louder. I grew up and, plus or minus some degree, am still the girl next door.

“Remember me in ribbons and curls, I still love you more than anything in the world. Love, Your Baby Girl…”– Sugarland